It was the start of the rut again. Sienna could feel it —that same old distinctive ache in her body, often warm or even hot to the touch, particularly concentrated in the depths of her womb where it radiated outward to the her sex and up through her breasts to her nipples. Sienna absently ran her hands over them, kneaded them, felt how heavy and swollen the...
"One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight." Alright, brain, let's be nice to our new friend and take this seriously. "Ninety-seven. Ninety-six." Let's stare into that candle flame and get hypnotized. "Ninety-five. Ninety-four. Ninety-three." A candle? Does she need to make it so voodoo? Hey, stop that. We're taking this seriously. "Ninety-two. Nine...
Antius was an Uberquark from the planet Tiga in the galaxy of Sigma Alpha. He stared through the visualiser of his transport module and groaned, it was bright starlight again, he hated starlight, he much preferred the soft moist precipitation whose mother clouds blanked out the harsh glare of starlight. Antius hated the Zeotron Five Transport module he had...
Synopsis What starts as a magazine interview ends in a life changing experience. When Irene is discomfited by questions, her replies are not always the ones most desired. Comment For readers with a little less time than is needed to read a novel here is a try of mine at a short story. It sort of fits with the rest of the world that I have written about in...
Mornings in the Vaem Tower were peaceful for some and not for others. It depended on one's status in the great hierarchy of the Matriarchal system that has been in place for millennia. The first to wake were the Treated slaves, leaving their sleeping stations and getting to work in cleaning and preparing the tower for another efficient day. The special col...
If you're going to take the trouble to read this, please vote. And more importantly, comment. I'm a comment whore * Chrystal pulled open the overly dramatic iron-bound oak doors at the bottom of the concealed staircase and entered the room. As usual it was warm and balmy in the Faculty Club basement, the air scented with something like cinnamon and somethi...
Pure fiction. I own nothing and know none of the celebrity characters that may come up. It is less actual story and more simply a fantasy fleshed out. ***** When the end came, he was living the dream. Shortly after the death of Osama bin Laden at the hands of the Naval Special Warfare Group Six, known to civilians as Navy SEALs, a trend was started amongst...
Author's Notes: Set in a subtly-alternative near future, this is my first attempt at Sci-Fi. This series takes one perspective on the question of "nature vs nurture" and follows the thread to see where it goes. I don't have it mapped out or anything, so I can't tell you how long it will go. I don't imagine it will be quite the endeavor that "Constant is Cha...
I have gotten several requests for more Benthamsthwaite College stories, especially ones about Teddy and his 'pets'. So here one is. I hope you like it. An autumn sunset glowed through the curtains of the apartment four girls shared at Benthamsthwaite College. It shown on Miranda Smith who was unscrewing the cap on a bottle of modest quality Pinot Gris and...
This is part six in the Sheppard's seed series: We are lions. Life seems so much different now. Something has changed inside of me. I look at the people that I encounter during the course of my regular day, but now they don't seem the same to me as they did only a few months before. Other people have noticed the change in me as well. Women in my office wh...